My, how many varied and various elements they’ve begun to define themselves by. Their own trappings. This is surely what growing up looks like, right under you nose.

Photographing is the art of discerning by the surface the inherent depth of things. I try daily to bow down to the gift of this intuition. It is my grace to witness such grace. I give myself over to everyday life, the moments, as they take flight.

My daughters. They’ve come this far. The Big Sister reads the Little Sister to bed. If you’ve reared children, you will recognize the miraculous nature of unexpectedly arriving at this moment.